I haven’t had any jobs since that one as a Queen. But it paid pretty well. It wouldn’t pay my mother’s bill a hundred percent, but it’s enough for me to survive. But at this point, I can’t get her to take any of my money. She says George has it covered.
Fuck that cunt bastard!
I step up to the white marble countertop and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is up in a messy bun because I didn’t wanna get it wet and have to bother with drying it here. My face now clear of makeup after scrubbing the layers off from my night. I worked with Jasmine as a ring card girl earlier this evening again. Grave fought in the main event and of course kicked ass. After we were done, she tried to talk me into going out. I didn’t want to, and I wasn’t quite in the mood to go to bed either. Titan went off to Grave’s private room after his fight to be with the rest of the Kings, so I came up to their Royal Suite and ran on the treadmill for thirty minutes. I needed to clear my head. Try to figure out my plans for the future. I can’t be a queen forever.
“Half God Half Devil” by In This Moment plays softly through the speakers in the ceiling.
I go to remove my towel and start getting dressed but stop when I hear voices on the other side of the door. Stepping back from the mirror, I turn to face it just as it opens. Bones and Titan both enter.
“Call him again,” Bones snaps, just as his already narrowed blue eyes meet mine. He comes to a sudden stop.
Titan shoves a hand through his hair, looking over at him. “The fucker …” His words trail off as he realizes Bones stopped and follows his line of sight. He too halts when his eyes meet mine. The door gently closes behind them, caging me in.
My heart begins to pound in my chest at the sight of them together. The three of us. In one room. I haven’t seen Bones since he kissed me in his office last week. And last time I saw Titan was this morning when I crawled out of his bed.
I open my mouth to say something—to explain what I’m doing in here—but nothing comes out.
I wait for them to excuse me or order me to leave the bathroom. But they remain standing perfectly still and silent.
I look over Titan in his dark jeans and plain black T-shirt. He has a silver-studded belt that has a chain leading to his back pocket. He wears a bracelet on his right wrist that matches it. His muscular arms make his shirt strain, showing me every defined muscle and all his tattoos.
Bones wears black slacks and a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His black ink that covers his arms and neck make him look out of place. Like he can’t decide if he wants to be the sinner or the saint.
They are both so different, yet so much the same, it scares me.
“Em,” Titan says my name, and I can’t hide the whimper that slips out from the roughness in his tone.
Fuck, these men have this way of making my body need them. They pull me in, and I’m not strong enough to fight them.
I lick my parted lips, “Sorry,” I mumble, not really knowing what I’m apologizing for exactly. I’m not doing anything wrong. I look down at the floor and force my heavy legs to take a few steps.
As I go to squeeze between them, a hand presses into my stomach, and my breath quickens as it brings me to a stop.
I look up and Titan stands there, his eyes looking into mine. I hope he doesn’t see the want in them. Or notice the way my body shakes.
I’m standing in a bathroom with both of them. Alone. And the only thing that separates me from them is a towel.
His eyes drop to where his large hand is pressed into the plush material, right over my navel. My eyes shoot to Bones. His baby blue eyes watch me without any emotion—giving nothing away.
The air in the room grows hotter; steam lingers from my shower, and I feel sweat bead on my forehead. “I should go,” I manage to whisper.
“Stay.”
My eyes widen at the single word Titan speaks, and my thighs tighten at what’s to come. When I don’t make a move to run, he steps forward and slowly walks around me, his hand remaining on my stomach over the towel. He comes to stand behind me and presses his front to my back. I moan when I feel his long and hard cock pressing into my lower back.